170923 - “pet”
@adxzelo
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Zelo was a rare find and Eunyoung treasured him as such. Pretty boys were plenty and this kid barely even made that category, but not all pretty boys could wear their bruises well and even fewer would invite them with such hunger.
Junhong is naked in her lap already while Eunyoung is fully clothed still. She enjoys running her fingers through his hair and down his skin while she savours her cigarette. Today was stressful, this is how she unwinds. Every once in a while she forces the boy’s mouth open and blows her second-hand smoke across his tongue. It’s a casual show of dominance and his responses shouldn’t please her as much as they do, really, but there’s something just so captivating about the way he seems to need her touch- Eunyoung grows uncharacteristially weak for it. “Kid,” she tells him, leaning back lazily and killing her cigarette in the ashtray. “aren’t you cold?” He must be. The windows are open to let her smoke escape the house and the temperatures have been dropping, this far in september. Eunyoung runs her palms up along the skin of Junhong’s arms to trace his goosebumps. On the coffee table ahead of them lie tiny stacks of meticulously folded papers (a new product), rolled up bills tied together with elastics (Junhong’s profits) and about five empty coffee mugs. One for each day of the past week whereon Eunyoung rose too early and came back too late to clean up after herself. “I should have you test it.” Eunyoung sits up, pressing her front against Junhong’s bare back and reaching around to squeeze his throat as if it’s a gesture of affection. Her lips brush his shoulder. “How will you sell an experience you haven’t had yourself?”
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